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louder.
    As hands and faces pressed against the
windows from outside, Madison shrank against the corner of the
seat. Adam rearranged his clothes and fastened his pants. “I’ll go
talk to them for a few minutes. You stay here and hide.”
    She lowered her gaze to her hands,
which were clutched together in her lap. He touched her smooth
cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “We’ll continue this later,”
he promised. “I’ll fuck you so hard in the ass you won’t be able to
walk. Would you like that?”
    She bit her lip and nodded.
    He moved to the seat closest to the
passenger-side window and rolled it down a crack. “Hey,” he said to
the crowd surrounding the car. The limo was outside the arena now,
so the crowd had guessed someone famous was inside the car. “Are
you here to see Sole Regret?”
    “ Oh my God, it’s Adam
Taylor,” someone yelled.
    The small crowd became huge. Safely
locked inside the car, Adam shook hands and signed autographs
through the open window. He was glad that no one noticed Madison
hiding in the shadows across from him. He tried not to draw
attention to her, but her troubled expression as she stared at her
hands baffled him. He had to force himself not to ask what was
wrong. She wouldn’t want everyone surrounding the car to know that
she was with him. He had to protect her reputation. Any woman
caught with him was automatically branded a slut, and he wouldn’t
be able to live with himself if she got hurt because he’d been born
an asshole.
     
     
     

Chapter Six
    Inside the stadium, Madison stood
among the stage equipment and watched Adam work with the sound
technician. There was too much feedback in the amps, so it was
taking much longer than expected for them to get the equipment
ready for the show. A heavy black curtain blocked the fans’ view of
the stage, but they were already filtering into the arena for the
opening acts. They must have recognized that Adam was the hidden
guitarist, however, because every time he played a string of notes,
they erupted in spontaneous cheers. Madison sometimes forgot he was
famous. Not necessarily when they had sex in a limo—who did that
besides famous people, horny newlyweds and the occasional prom
couple—or when said limo was mobbed by fans and twenty-five
security guards had to be called out to control the crowd, but
these reminders made her feel even more conflicted about the status
of her relationship with Adam.
    In the limo, he’d made sure she’d
stayed hidden from the crowd, obviously not wanting them to know
she was with him. When they’d dashed from the limo to the back door
of the arena, he’d made her cover her head with some security
guard’s jacket. Madison’s pride had taken a beating because he
hadn’t publicly claimed that they were together, but she couldn’t
really blame him. He could have any woman he wanted—certainly more
glamorous, sexier and richer women than Madison ever aspired to be.
Why would he ever give that up for her? She knew he liked her. Knew
they were compatible sexually and that they enjoyed each other’s
company. But she also knew the minute she started making demands on
his time and required him to be true to her, he'd be gone. Maybe if
she’d been a supermodel or a famous actress, he’d consider
admitting they were involved. But she was just ordinary Madison
Fairbanks, with ordinary aspirations and ordinary looks and an
ordinary life. She’d never be enough for him.
    Even so, how much longer
could she remain in a relationship where she was the only
monogamous partner? Maybe she'd feel better if she found another
man to dally with in Adam's absence. She rejected the idea as soon
as it occurred to her. She had no interest in other men. No other
man made her burn and ache and long and  . . . love. She’d
have to be completely over him before she’d spread her legs for
anyone but her unattainable rock god.
    “ Are you waiting for Adam?”
Owen, the band's bassist, asked. She hadn't